Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Associates to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.